Sad Sack Sally and her Fabric Stash

My sister wants to throw out these vintage tablecloths...I took them instead into my stash.
Good idea for a backing???

Today my Valium came.

 My Oxycontin came too..and it is not even a controlled substance.

 And, here is my Xanax .
 If you do not sew and you are not six months a widow...well???
Maybe you cannot understand why I need these pretty meds.

In the grip here of perception deception.

I will not allow this to disrupt my day....  I will not, I will not.

I will accept my fragile state for what it is, and let go of hurt.

And, when grief engulfs me and I feel friendless...as people all go on with their own busy lives, I will not take it personally..... it is life..and I, too have done that, before my losses. 

 When folks tell me their platitudes and their religious feelings, 

I will take it for how it is meant...generosity and kindness. 

 Nothing can fill the hole in my shattered heart, nothing.

I am going to try to eat better..with less sugar and more water.

The last time I was in Weight Watchers and had lost 20 pounds, Mr. O'Quilts called. 

 I left that meeting, only to hear his stunned voice deliver the news that he had been diagnosed with ALS.

I never went back.  It reminded me of my loss.

Today  I went back and I cried.

My whole reality is gone.
I do not know who I am any more.

I feel like I am going down a deep hole...then.....
My brain kicks in TBTG and tells me to get a grip.

We have a long line of strong women in our family.

God help me to be one of them.